New//Fears

Sometimes I feel like I’m still drowning, and I don’t even know why. I look around this place, my life. I have this beautiful home now. A spacious gem that I never would have imagined I could actually live in. I unpack my things and walk room to room as I try to figure out where everything will go, and then I go up  and climb into our new bed and I watch a movie on my new computer. And then I sleep. And I dream. Nightmares.

I am still so scared.

In the morning, I come downstairs (stairs, my house has stairs!) and I make myself some coffee on the Keurig. I walk into the living room and sit down on my new couch, and turn on the television sitting on the fireplace. I get up after consuming my caffeine, and begin more unpacking. I go upstairs and decide which of the three bedrooms gets what, and which of the three bathrooms I could use to do my hair in. So many decisions. Too many decisions.

I don’t know why it feels like I’m still drowning. I mean, after all, I have the life that I’ve always wanted. I have this big, new house that belongs to me. I have a new car. I have my cats. I have money. I have a little garden. I have my husband. I have … everything I need. And that is a far cry from 26 years of struggling. A far cry from eviction notices, food stamps, no food, cars getting repossessed. A far cry from washing my hair with dollar store dish soap, wondering how I was going to make it last for a month. A far, far cry from crying on a cold floor wondering why I couldn’t get my fucking life together.

Yes, I sit here in a place where I have everything I need. And maybe that’s why I feel like I’m drowning. Maybe it’s not so easy to adjust. Maybe when you spend so much time hoping and wishing for something, and then you get it, you don’t know what to do with it. It feels too big. It feels too much. It feels like it’s going to burst and cave and explode at any second. Like, at any moment, it’s all going to get torn away from me.

But then I look down from the couch and see my cats. This is the most room they have ever had to live and play and explore and sleep in. I look next to me and see my husband. I know that my sister is sleeping right upstairs. I have my pumpkin seeds in the kitchen, that I swear I will learn to grow. I look out the window and see children playing. I smell the scent of freshly cut grass coming in from the windows, a far cry from the cement smell of downtown living.

And I find the air coming into my lungs a little easier. Maybe I am finally home. Maybe it’s here to stay. And maybe, just maybe, things will be okay.

And from my baby sister’s graduation … so proud of her!

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16 thoughts on “New//Fears

  1. It does take time to adjust. I got married 30 odd years ago, I came from a background where the bailiffs were regular callers and I was terrified that we wouldn’t be able to keep our home. We did, we moved up and now I live in a lovely home, where I have too much stuff and not enough room (!) I am starting to declutter.
    You are making your home, it doesn’t happen overnight, stories have to be made, so they can be retold and grow in the retelling, funny things, sad things, happy things, Birthdays, Christmases, Thanksgivings, Easters, other family celebrations.
    It is fun, it is an adventure, you are making the marks on a brand new page – go write your book !
    Much happiness to you and yours.

  2. it is a beautiful place you own, I will save a few pictures as an inspiration if you don’t mind.
    about drowningюююеру main thing is not to sink, i guess going under water is inevitable from time to time.

    • I’m sorry. Part of me wishes that telling you “my whole life was always falling apart until about 6 months ago…” would help, but somehow I feel that it won’t. It never helped me when I was down. What I do know for sure is that the most fucking unexpected things will happen, and they will be the things that put the pieces back together again. Hold out until then.

  3. I’m happy for you both. y’all deserve this. I hope one day I can get back to a point where I can have all that again. my life has imploded and shits really bad right now. seeing you two making it happen in a way gives me a little hope that I can turn things around somehow.

    • I think what I have hated most in life, is having something and then losing it. Because then you know what you had … and you feel not having it anymore. I am sorry to hear that things are bad. Shit, that is not what I want to hear. I may not know you in person, but I have read enough of your writing to know that you are worthy of love and compassion. Things will turn around, you just need to believe it.

      • Thanks loony, that means a lot to me. I am sure somehow and with a lot of work and the help I am getting from my mom, sister and brother in law will make a difference. My wife is there beside me so even though I feel alone and empty I have to remind myself that they are there and that does help a little right now.

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